Pauline paid no mind to the sound of the exterior door closing behind her; she was fixated on the struggling woman in her grasp, or rather, the grasp of her adorable, symbiotic tentacle friends. Vincent gulped and stared down the hall towards the dark figure, clenching his scalpel with a sweaty, white-knuckled grip. You jizz What have they done to you!?”
“The Queen has blessed me with a perfect body and the absolute understanding that it is to be used as her tool. Vincent was surprised that the man had such energy despite having no doubt been in a long coma just as he had been.
